Garden

07nov13a_2

I've discovered a secret garden, and it's an exquisitely beautiful mess.

07nov13c_2

Walking through Mt. Pleasant neighbourhoods on my way to work today, in the slanting morning light, I came across a community garden. It was fenced but the gate was ajar.

07nov13b_2

It was full, full of purple stalks of swiss chard, painted birdhouses, compost, rotting lettuce, rusted tomato cages, sparrows, lengths of rope, fat purple globes of allium, wind chimes, smashed bricks, yellow asters, discarded metal gates, and branches snagging my briefcase.

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07nov13h

It was in gorgeous disarray, and there was no one admiring it but me.